Picture Perfect

Whenever I dreamed of having kids, I always envisioned the stage that Fraser is at right now. It's just so PERFECT! He smiles/giggles easily, he's taking in SO much, he's small enough to tote around yet strong enough to support himself, he lets us take all sorts of crazy pictures of him, he plays well independently, and-- I can not stress this point enough--  HE'S NOT GETTING INTO TROUBLE!

Most of his peers are at least rolling around if not crawling or even WALKING, but not Fraser. He certainly doesn't lack strength, but he is in no hurry to move around. The other day I sat him in the living room and then spied on him to see how long he would last just sitting there. Within a couple minutes, his toys were out of reach, but he continued to sit there contentedly looking around, flapping his arms and babbling. After 15 minutes, I started to play with him not because he was fussing but because I felt bad for ignoring the poor kid and basically making him into an experiment. What an easy going little fella. PLUS, he's an amazing napper, and he's only been feeding ONCE at night (let's cross our fingers I didn't just jinx that).

Oh how we've been LOVING our little two-toothed Fraselnut!

 

 

Chillin in the stroller with his bud Liam...

Our little bookworm- so studiously adjusting his lenses before diving into his stack o' books...
 

 

 

Pause picture time for a wee poop break...

Ahhh... MUCH better!

Yep... we DEFINITELY lucked out with this kid!

Mothery Goodness!

I woke up on Sunday morning and thought, 'Well well well. It's Mother's Day... Happy Mother's Day TUH ME!' I mean, I sort of made the day about myself when I was PREGNANT, but this year it's for SURE legit!

Our day was spent doing a triathlon! Not only did my very own mama do it (WONDERWOMAN I tell you!), but we horn-swaggled a posse of close friends to do it with us. The wonderful company made it fantastically crazy amounts of fun. Lowell and I are were particularly lucky because since we did the longer two distances (Lowell = olympic; me = sprint) which started earlier, we had a huge cheering squad (Lowell especially lapped up the extra attention and even paused periodically during his race to take a bow!).

Lowell is RIPPED (and yes, I love it!)...

 

We are SO PROUD of all of our friends as it was the first time any of them had done a whole triathlon, and they KILLED IT! They all did amazing, and Chels even got FIRST PLACE! Oh my heart is swollen with pride! I'm glad I wasn't in the same distance as them because it would have been embarrassing had they beat me when I have a few of these things under my belt and they were all newbies! ;)

 

 Papa took Fraser for the morning and then met us at the finish line. Thanks Papa!

 Traditional tri shot with the hubs...

 
 With my mama at our Mother's Day triathlon (where we scored a bouquet of flowers for being a mother/daughter racing pair!)...

 

 Later, after a delightful (and much needed) family nap, we stopped for a delectable frosty bevvy to go, and took Fraser and Kums for a lovely walk in the sunshine. So perfect!

 

Speaking of Moms... Kylie is now the mother of TWO! On May 7th at 3:30pm, Marc, Kylie & Ty welcomed little Ezekiel Thomas.

 

Marc and Kylie made the adorable kid; Shareen made the precious hat!

 (Yes, Kylie looks that amazing after giving birth, and the general consensus is that it's SO UNFAIR!!)

 
 We love that little guy already and can hardly wait to meet him! We also can't wait for some quality time with big bro Ty! Doesn't he look sooooooo BIG??!! Love the baseball cap that my brother wore when he was little (photo cred to my bro)...

Fraser wore his cheerleading hat for a picture that we had hoped to send Kylie when she was in the thick of things, but Zeke came SO fast (as in 5-minutes-between-hospital-parking-lot-and-birth kind of fast), that we missed it! But, better late than never I always say...

You can read Kylie's account of the birth story here!

Happy Mother's Week (yes, I am now making it into a WEEK) to all you lovely mamas out there!

Fraser & Hope sittin in a tree...

Lowell was away last weekend, so Fraser and I took the opportunity to bunk with my parents. We had a three-lattes-before-10:30am kind of weekend... THAT'S how fabulous it was.

On Sunday, Fraser and I joined my parents at the church I grew up in. It was SO great to catch up with people that were such a meaningful part of my childhood... Mrs. Wisse! Mrs. Poelstra! Uncle John and Auntie Elvina (not blood aunt & uncle, but we grew up calling them that)! It was so special to introduce them to Fraser boy...

 

Fraser also got to meet Auntie Candy and Uncle Brian (again- not actually aunt and uncle, but Fraser will grow up calling them such!) this past week- more people that are super special to his ma 'n pa!

 

Nana often bathes Fraser when they hang, but this was the first time that he got bundled up MY childhood towel! Here are Carlynne and I as little tykes...

And here's Fraser all cozy...

 

Nana and Papa also love to sing with the Fraselnut... and if that huge grin on Fraser's face is any indication, I think he loves it too!

It's been a photo-shootey kind of week. Hope came over and I had a marvelous time snapping shots of the little beauty.

  Of course Auntie Julie had to make HER a tutu as well...

 

And Fraser was kind enough to lend her his bunny ears (made by Meghan)...

Annnnd we had to get some pictures of the two little charmers together. Obviously...

 

That Hope is a coy little one. "What, Auntie Julie? Wasn't this tie meant for ME?...."

 

The mischievous little gal kept shoving Fraser and then laughing about it... so cute!

The shove...

 

The post-shove merriment...

Note how Fraser is just so easy going about it. He IS his father's son!

And don't think I'm going to sign off without throwing up a handful of random Fraser-shots!

 

My favourite face. EVER...

 

Still loving his Auntie Shareen hat...

 
And also potatoes...

 

Kumeu looks DECEIVINGLY vicious here, and Fraser looks a little confused and like, "please don't eat me"...

 

PS- the only way Kumeu could hurt you is if he licked you to death.

Our happy little family is back at home now, and we're busy drumming up another excuse to crash at my parents house again... I MAY be experiencing latte withdrawal (oh- and of course we miss all the Nana & Papa fun!)!